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Topic Started: Dec 17 2016, 08:58 PM (346 Views)
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Man, it had been such a long time since he’d actually done anything.

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Backstage. 5 PM. Midnight. Not actually either of those times because the first was the time he’d arrived and the second was an exaggeration for when he’d be able to get out of here but he could probably take those times as fact, for now. Devil’s proof, or something; he couldn’t prove that those weren’t actually the times he needed to know right now so he’d take them as real. Jeremy was laying back in a chair, the bridge of his violin in his hands. It had a name, actually - Veronica - but he always forgot it until it was too late for him to call it that. Sort of a shame. There were jokes that he could make out of that. He could call it Veronica and the other dude would not know what the fuck he was talking about and then he could pretend to act pretentious and pretend that he called it by something else other than “his violin.” Yeah, a shame. Sucked that he could never think up of good jokes until it was too late for him to say them.

But yeah. He was here. The grand return after two-to-three days of total absence. Well, what were those days absent spent doing, Jeremy? Were they spent doing the work you needed to do? Nope. That was already all done. Were they days spent doing anything productive? Nope. Going outside probably wasn’t a great idea since he felt like he was going to fucking freeze if it wasn’t a hundred degrees, and it wasn’t like there was anything he could do in the house. Were they spent doing anything of worth? Nope. Not unless you counted playing video games and binge watching episodes of a TV show that exited the public consciousness 14 years ago as doing anything of worth. Wow, you really are a disappointment, Jeremy. Yeah. He knew.

But at least he was doing something now? Depends. He was kinda doing fuck all right now, to be honest. The performance night started in an hour, if the time he assumed above was to be taken seriously, but still, an hour. Not entirely spent practicing. Not entirely spent tuning. Not entirely spent worrying about whether he was going to sound good or not because there was no way he could get over any of those feelings. Just kinda spent sitting on a couch waiting for time to pass. Not exactly the best use of it, but hey. He could take it. The chair was kinda comfy, and it was cool seeing people again.

It’d be even cooler to talk to someone again, though.

That’d be nice.

They were kinda getting ready for their performances, though. Probably wouldn’t be very nice to interrupt them.

Hmm…

This was a bit of a conflict.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to solve this one.
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A familiar shape, short and scrawny, waved as it through the crowd of people.

Conflict resolved.

“Hey, Serena,” he said, as she drew closer to him. The syllable on the first word had been extended. It was a way of saying it familiar to him. Particularly so in this situation. Reason why?

Because Serena was a friend, y’see. They went back. They didn’t actually go that far back but it was a friendship that had lasted for a fairly good while. Well, couple years, at the very least. He couldn’t remember when exactly that morning was when he was playing third violin and got bored enough to start chatting with the girl playing cello next to him, but he was happy that morning happened. Serena was a certified cool person. A good friend of Jeremy’s. Sure, she tended to hang with her own group and was more someone Jeremy tended to talk to in his nomadic travels around the school, but hey, they had their matching interests and she had her incredible talkativeness so all was good in that neighborhood.

And hey, she was the one who indoctrinated him into watching Survivor so he needed someone to blame for liking it. Also someone to talk it with. It’d probably be a lonely experience being the only one who watched it in the school. He couldn’t blame her, really.

He also couldn’t ignore her question. That was right. She was a friend of his and he’d be a rude dude if he ignored her.

“Not much,” he said. “I‘ve sorta been living the dream the past few days.”

Slight pause. For dramatic effect.

“Fever dream, that is. I’ve been a little bit out of it. Only reason I even came tonight was because I figured I’d get Grove’d if I didn’t.”

And there was the punchline. He hoped she liked it. She had a nice laugh. She sorta had a nice smile, as well. Hopefully she deemed him good enough to get one as a response. That would be nice.

“But yeah. I haven’t been here past couple days. Anything happen in class while I was gone?”
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“Well, I guess it’s a good thing to know that I’m the only source of entertainment in your dull, dull life.”

There was a smile directed at him. He gave one right back. At least, he hoped he did. No real way of telling from his end. While he would have liked to smile back at Serena it was entirely possible that what he was doing was too subtle and that she wasn’t seeing it from her end. Obvious answer was “have a bigger smile” but that wasn’t really something he could do. When he smiled big it didn’t look right, less him looking friendly and more him looking a combination of goofy/creepy/psychotic, which wasn’t exactly the ideal facial expression to have when you were with a friend, especially a friend who was a person like Serena.

Although sometimes she could deserve it. Case in point: her bringing up memories of a sad time. Memories of him at his TV trying to hide his despair over his favourite being voted out. The emotions that followed, the…

Okay. Quick question. You guys have felt bitter about things before, right?

Like, something happens you don’t like, and you get this annoyed feeling festering in you. The answer to that question was probably yes.

But have you ever felt that bitterness for unfair reasons? Like, yeah probably, but did you ever feel that bitterness when you yourself knew those feelings weren’t exactly right to have?

And for the reason that you’re feeling bitter in the first place - the root cause of the problem - isn’t exactly right as well. Liking a thing for biased reasons, for example.

Whatever, this was stupid. Point Jeremy was getting at was when his favourite - Jeremy Collins - got voted out last night, Jeremy Frasier didn’t exactly feel too happy. Like, he knew that theoretically it should have been a great ending. The top dog getting blindsided seemingly randomly. Yeah. That would have been something Jeremy loved.

Just sucked that his favourite happened to be the victim of it.

It was sort of hard to sum up all of these things to Serena, though.

Maybe he could do it in six words.

“Oh god, I’m still bitter as f- I’m still bitter over last episode’s ending.”

Maybe more.

Oopsies.
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He got another smile back. That was a bit of a conundrum for him. He knew that it was a smile from Serena directed directly at him and that it'd be extremely rude of him for him to not smile back. A smile was a nice thing, and he didn't tend get a lot of those in his life. Sometimes from Emma, and sometimes from Irene, but really those two and Serena were the only ones to give them to him. Well, that he noticed. Maybe there was a girl out there who really liked him or something and gave smiles whenever she saw him except he somehow didn't notice them at all but really, what were the chances of that happening? Point was, smiles were important, but if he gave one back would that cause an endless loop of smiles? He smiled so she smiled back so he smiled back at her and then she would have to smile back and it would be an endless feedback that neither of the two could stop.

There was only one solution to this.

He had to make her pout at him.

"Yeah. Poor Malcolm. He got taken out right before the end and now he has to deal with thousands of heartbroken teenage girls crying about how he got robbed."

He gave her a quick grin. Toothy. Not one he normally gave but one that just sorta came out. He imagined he got her.

"But yeah. He might come back. Really up to the producers to question whether he'd be entertaining enough but hopefully he will."

He leaned back on the couch.

Wait.

Huh.

She was still standing.

Maybe he'd do something about that?

"By the way, you can sit down if you like," he said, scooching himself over to the closest edge. "It's not really reserved for anybody."
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“It…”

Drat.

She got him.

“It might be because of that, yeah.”

And hey, it was hard for him to think up of a comeback. It was hard to come up with something witty when she had those eyes of her drilling straight into him. When she had that smile on her face that was speaking directly at him ‘I know I’m right, I know you’ve lost.’ And hey, she was his friend. His buddy. His partner in the string ensemble. He had to lay off the sarcasm at some point. Act as if he was fallible.  That probably made him a better friend, or something. That probably made Serena like him a little more.

“To be honest Keith’s better but hey, I gotta give support to my kin, y’know?”

And he laid back in his couch, pretty sure that he’d said all he’d wanted to.

Wait.

No.

One more thing.

“And yeah, Probst is… really into his alpha males. I saw that video you gave me - the one with Boston Rob in it. To be honest I’m a little surprised that Probst wasn’t the one Rob married at the end of that season.”
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